When I was a little kid one of my dad’s distant relatives (maybe a brother in-law?) had a pinball machine in the basement of his home. I must’ve been seven or something, but playing arcade games in the house is the coolest experience a seven-year-old could ever wish for.
It’s a sad thing that we live in a world where the 1980’s classic arcade games aren’t sitting at the entrance of our grocery stores. Shoot, my kids will be born into a world without vintage.